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Awww, got em wrong. They’re so adorable

What an absolute sweetie

I want to guess–is Franky the orange one?

No, who the hell does enjoy media coverage about polls? Lmao

To the people who are already starting to type “I enjoy them!!!” comments, it is a rhetorical question to emphasize my distaste for them through the mechanism of expressing doubt that they have widespread appeal. I thoroughly understand that other people can enjoy things I don’t. Thanks.

But also because the world sucks ass and people are getting more comfortable talking about their mental health. Two of the three coworkers I was close to at my job were on the same antidepressant as me. That’s not a “I only communicate with similarly fucked up people” thing, these are people I didn’t have a choice in meeting. Not that your comment isn’t accurate, I think it’s also just you’re more comfortable talking about your mental health with the friends and communities you’re close to.

The publisher got bought.

Except that’s not what happened

Not being functional enough to take care of a pet 👍

The fucking worst is when I tell someone that and they’re like “I’ll bet you’d rise to the occasion and it would fix you 😄” and like, fuck no. I tried, and all that resulted was a rehomed cat and a whole lot more self hatred and having to convince you that I suck as much as I do is making things so much worse.

Big mood

Doesn’t matter, cause that’s not what’s happening here lol

Yeah, I know my view of reality isn’t accurate. Doesn’t make things easier to handle but it’s why I’m still handling them. At the worst of times I’m just living for the sake of other people which while it keeps me here can also be really frustrating – it’s like other people are holding themselves hostage against my nonexistence. I do talk about it with some friends that are already that close. I honestly kind of credit one of them with saving my life in June, though she doesn’t know it. It just feels like life keeps pulling blocks from the jenga tower that I am and there’s not many left before I collapse.

Sorry for laying this on you.

Before anyone comes along telling me I should get professional help, I have. I’m in therapy and on antidepressants. Antidepressants help but they’re like health regen, if I get chunked I still have to deal with being low on health for a while. And therapy… It helped and is helping but the last five months have been so so terrible it’s undone all the progress I made and I’m struggling to not give up. I see the thinking patterns that are wrong and where how I feel differs from the reality of my situation but it takes so much effort to break out of those patterns and I’m struggling to care enough to try. All the help in the world can’t change your thoughts and perceptions for you.

I do try to keep myself safe. I deliberately have avoided setting anything up that I could use to send notes on a delay and have avoided setting up/working on/looking into/sourcing parts for the method I would use, so when it gets that bad it forces me to take a lot of time and effort and buys me time for things to improve a bit. I’m just worried that someday it’ll be so bad I won’t care about a painless method or leaving without saying goodbye to the people who care about me. I think it’s probably inevitable, but that’s a self fulfilling prophecy and one of those feelings that I know isn’t accurate, though that doesn’t make it any easier to handle.

I just keep editing this comment trying to make it more positive and it keeps backfiring, sorry.

On the bright side, things can’t get too much worse. I quit my job so it’s no longer triggering depressive crashes and there’s not too many more unexpected expenses left that could happen. I already have had to replace my phone and car since I quit and both the cost of insurance and the cost of therapy are doubling. My grandmother’s died too since I’ve quit. So, there’s not really anything left to make things much worse! Well, getting horribly sick or injured before new insurance kicks in but not going anywhere or doing anything makes injury and illness extremely unlikely. So, things should be pretty stable for the immediate future. I might even see friends in person again for the first time in months!

Just because I want to die doesn’t mean I should drag friends and family down with me

Stressing them the hell out about my well-being just makes life worse for them and piles guilt on me

If/when I do kill myself I want none of them to know it was acutely that bad because then no one can blame themselves for not doing anything to stop it

Letting anyone that close to me would purely be doing them a massive disservice

Tbh it’s not something I’ve tried but I want to

Does snorting cum clear up your nose somehow or something?

He looks like he’s drowning in his own fluff hahahaha